First Lines of Caroline Bowles Southey
A fair place and pleasant, this same world of ours.Dark rolling clouds in wild confusion driven,Farewell, farewell, beloved home!
Good night! good night! I go to sleep,I love my garden-dearly loveI sat, last Sunday evening,I'm bidden, little Mary,It is not Death -- it is not Death,It was a lovely autumn morn,Launch thy bark, mariner!My child was beautiful and brave --Never tell me of loving by measure and weight,O, By that gracious ruleSleep, little baby, sleep;There is a tongue in every leaf,There was a time, -- sweet time of youthful folly --Those few pale Autumn flowers,